“But here we are.”
“And here we go to work.”
They went to work with a will. Two days’ time saw a bigger and better camp erected, new roads cut into the jungle and everything in readiness for operation.
It was early in the afternoon of this day that Johnny saw a small dugout, paddled by two Spaniards, moving up the creek.
Surprised at their appearing on these little frequented waters, he paused at the entrance of the trail to see them pass.
They did not pass, but, pulling up to the landing, tied their boat and got out.
Seeing this, Johnny stepped from the shadows.
“Pardon,” said the taller of the two. “We are looking for Johnny Thompson.”
“I am Johnny Thompson,” said Johnny, not a little surprised that any stranger should be looking for him at this lonely spot.
“A message for you.” The man bowed low as he held out a sealed envelope.